A few weeks ago I posted about a piece of street art that had popped up in Stucley Place (AKA “Shit Alley”) in Camden. Well, that piece has already been replaced with this very interesting work. The artist responsible is a young man from Hong Kong who goes by the name of Roes. I actually…
Happy Sunday
Herself celebrated her 26th birthday this week, and with all the partying and celebration, I haven’t had time to write a single word. I saw this sign today while we were walking along London’s Southbank and thought some of you might get a kick out of it. Have a great Sunday!
Scoping out the West
The search for our first place continues, and on a fine August Saturday afternoon it took Herself and I to Chiswick in West London. We had arranged to view a neat little one bedroom flat above a restaurant on the High Road and we’re excited about a change of scenery. We set on the idea of getting…
One for the poets
In the closing chapter of Augustus by John Williams, a novel I have just finished reading for the second time, I noticed yet another passage that I criminally overlooked on the first read. This quote appears in a letter written by the elderly and reflective emperor Octavius Caesar, to his friend, the historian and philosopher,…
A splitting headache
I enjoyed the captions that everybody submitted yesterday so much that I have decided to do it again today. Okay, are you ready? Here’s the picture: Please leave suggested captions in the comment section. Interestingly, this piece was created by the same artist as my last post, the very talented Sr. X. Last time I…
Too weird to not post
I went to the dentist before work today and spotted this very unusual piece of street art near Camden Town tube station on the way to the office. It’s incredibly odd, but I quite like it. Any suggestions for a caption? Please comment below.
Custodian of the ephemeral
I’d like to keep things simple today. Herself and I go to Brick Lane at least twice a month, and it’s remarkable how quickly the street-art changes in that neighbourhood. Here are some of the pieces that we found while out on a Sunday stroll last week. That’s all I’ll say for now as I’d much rather…
The Romans and the Moralists
I am half way through rereading Augustus, a suberb novel by John Williams, author of the equally brilliant Stoner and Butcher’s Crossing, and noticed this particularly eloquent passage that I had overlooked the first time through. The quote is taken from a fictionalised 12BC letter from the political advisor Gaius Cilnius Maecenas to Titus Livius and…
The Long Way Down
With unrealistic demands, a laughable budget, and an impossible deadline, we were humoured, had our details taken, and then swiftly shown the door from least 10 different offices. If anywhere was available, they told us, it was taken just before we walked in – of course. Not to worry, I said to Herself, if it comes to the worst then we can always spend a few weeks sleeping on the Embankment like a pair of down and outs. At least we’re having nice weather at the moment. I can start collecting cardboard boxes just in case. I like to think of these kinds of ideas as being romantic, she prefers to call them stupid.
Even More Street Art in Camden Town
Opinion may differ as to whether this kind of work should be considered Art, but if you ever happen to spend some time down the grim backstreets of North London, then I am sure will agree that the place could do with a bit of colour.
Mural Swapping in Camden
Perhaps some of you may remember a post from few weeks ago in which I displayed some new public art that had been painted onto a wall near the office. It appears that another artist has now painted over that mural. I must admit, the new work is a striking and bold piece, but it also…
Happy Sunday from London
We shared a can of beer after work and went for a walk in the cool evening air, Wednesday last. Herself lives near the old London Docks, so we threw some shapes down through Wapping by way of Shadwell. This here is Shadwell Basin. It’s a beautiful little spot. I’m sure you will agree. The water was…
A Long Walk Through The City
Soon we found ourselves in Bloomsbury where around every corner you half expect to find T.S Eliot or Virginia Woolf stood in discussion with one of their literary acquaintances from that little bourgeois social circle of theirs. When Americans see London in their movies, says my old man, this is the London they are seeing.
Just about everybody in the UK is thinking this right now…
Edit: This is my 100th post on As I Please. Hurray!
Stevie Wonder: The Video Game Soundtrack
When I first graduated from University, Ireland was in the middle of a complete economic meltdown and the prospects were not good. To distract myself from the misery of high unemployment and recession, I turned to music to keep me sane. I have always been a fan of Stevie Wonder’s music, so I figured I…